Blaring sirens rattled his ear drums as he immediately burst out of his cell. Legato could not stand enclosed spaces. The claustrophobia was suffocating. It made his skin crawl. He was thankful for the iron maiden that had supported his broken body once, but he had no interest in returning to such a restrictive way of living.
He had seen dozens of people darting out of their prison cells, shouting about the situation: everyone had been imprisoned somehow-- imprisoned on the moon above Spirale City.
Legato needed to find someone that he knew. Collaborating in situations like this had been effective in previous incidents.
Rather than joining the rest of the crowd and running, Legato chose to walk briskly, keeping an eye on his surroundings and connecting with his senses. The sensation of static on his skin that usually accompanied his threads was weak-- just how it felt when he first arrived in this city.
Dimmed abilities were dangerous in situations like this.
Stalking forward, Legato frown with irritation and narrowed his eyes to try and focus on formulating a plan while he searched the premise for a familiar face.
Turning the corner in the sterile white hallway, he spotted someone draped in the bright red shade of the flashing lights of the emergency system. Legato's frown intensified momentarily.
" Vash the Stampede. "
He did not need to speak up very loudly. In all of his years of crossing paths with the Humanoid Typhon, they said very little to each other before recognizing the other half of their distorted reflection. It was a wicked aspect of their familiar existence, two sides of the same coin.
" Do you know what this place is? "
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